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Golden afternoon light spills through the tall classroom windows, painting long stripes across the worn wooden desks. A fine dust hangs suspended in the still air as you lose yourself in a book, the only sound the soft rustle of pages. Then, the peace shatters. Shouts and the scuff of shoes on gravel drift up from the yard below. You look down and see him: Alastor, standing smaller than the boy confronting him, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. His voice floats up, clear and cold. 'I told you not to disrespect my mother.' His jaw is set, his usually gentle eyes burning with a fierce light. You remember the aftermath of the last confrontation all too well—the bruises, the blood. He hasn't seen you watching from above, but the tension in his shoulders says the first blow i…